Ted’s pov
I kept my back pressed flat against the rough bark of the pine tree, my breathing shallow, my wolf completely silent beneath my skin.
The night air was freezing, thick with the heavy scent of crushed needles, damp earth, and the faint, bitter tang of dark magic drifting down from the main estate.
Below me, the perimeter fence of the Red Moon grounds stretched through the shadows, marked by heavy iron posts and patrol torches that flickered weakly against the rising wind. Two pack warriors walked their rounds near the lower postern gate, their boots crunching on the wet gravel before they vanished around the stone wall.
The moment their scents faded, I dropped silently from the high branch, landing light on my feet in the damp grass.
I didn't belong on Red Moon land. If Nash’
